The Low Anthem:Golden Cattle Lyrics

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As the blind walk the blind through the blackness of freedomWho writes the songs that we all will be singingWho writes the books where I lay my hand out openSo to swear myself into your grace

As the blind walk the blind down the borderless highwayWho holds the chain, who bears the loadDon't you be fooled if my spirits are unbrokenI'm told in the next life my fortune is owed

I'm warned not to preach if the serman I have writtenOr stand on some soapbox I've built with my handsFor those who preach well will be bought out by some industryThat herds the golden cattle before insecure eyes